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• Humor, emotional intimacy, and a whole lot of heat

(No humiliation, degradation, or non-consent—just loving, spicy chaos with claws and tails.)

They say stars are quiet.That space is all hush and stillness. But no one tells you how loud it is to share a bed with two enormous aliens who purr in stereo. The vibrations traveled through my bones, humming a lullaby I never knew I needed until I found myself permanently tucked between two seven-foot leopard men with possessive streaks wider than the galactic rim.

I was the sandwich.

And not in the cute picnic way.

More like the spread-me-open-and-lick-every-part-of-me-until-I’m-vibrating-like-a-ship-engine kind of sandwich. Zehn was behind me, all heat and growling restraint, his chest pressed to my back, one massive arm hooked possessively under my breasts. His fur tickled my skin, soft and warm, a stark contrast to the hardened muscles underneath.

Khaaz was in front, his breath slow against my neck, his hand resting just over my belly like he was protecting somethingfragile. His scars—raised ridges that mapped stories I was still learning—pressed against my softer flesh, constant reminders of what he’d survived.

The three of us fit together now.

Too well.

Almost dangerously well.

“I feel like pudding,” I mumbled into Khaaz’s chest, breathing in his scent—something wild and mineral, like ozone and earth after rainfall.

Zehn rumbled behind me, amused. “A good kind?”

“The kind that’s been thoroughly stirred and poured into a bowl that’s way too big.” I sighed, stretching my toes down to brush against Zehn’s ankle. “You two should come with warning labels.”

Khaaz nuzzled the top of my head, his whiskers tickling my scalp. “This one would say: Caution. Bites if denied affection.”

I snorted. “Yours would just be a purr track and some warning about claws and overachievement.”

Zehn kissed my shoulder where he’d marked me, his teeth grazing over the claim bite that had healed into a permanent scar. “Yours would say: Irresistible. Proceed at your own risk.”

Through the viewport above our bed, the endless void glittered with distant stars. Our ship drifted in the peaceful quiet of deep space, but inside our quarters, the air thickened with something electric.

I squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position, and suddenly both of them stilled. The purring stopped all at once, like someone had cut the power.

“Everly,” Zehn said softly, his voice low and dangerous and hot enough to burn through titanium plating, “are you grinding against me?”

I froze, suddenly aware of how my ass had pressed back against something very firm and how Khaaz’s pupils had dilated to near-black discs. “No?”

Khaaz lifted his head slowly, his scarred muzzle inches from my face. “It is alright if you are. We enjoy when you move.”

I’d just wanted to shift positions.

Now? I wanted everything.

Again.

I turned, pulling the covers down to expose my skin to the cool recycled air. “Then maybe I should move more.”

Zehn growled and rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs with one smooth movement. His massive hands pinned mine above my head as his muzzle trailed down my throat. “We said you are ours, kitten. Let us prove it.”

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